I was lying on my right side, the metal bars of the dog cage digging into my side as I shifted just enough to be able to put my arm under my head.
However, even that motion was enough to cause the cage to rock back and forth, which sent up a wave of protest from my stomach.
This was one of the reasons why I never did roller coasters or amusement park rides: my stomach just wasn't cut out for them.
"How did you--?" I started, not sure how to finish that sentence.
"How do I look this good? How did I find you? How did I manage to capture you? There are a lot of sentences that start with those three words," smirked Alpha as he stood several feet under me. Even if I stretched my arm through the bars as far as I could, there was no way for me to touch him.
I was cut off from my gift, my power, and cut off from my guys.
"Might as well start with the first one then," I sighed, not sure what I was going to do but 'hang around,' all puns intended.
